football
the rush, the thrillthats what i feel
when i step on that turf
i feel like a part of the earth
solid, strong,a bolder a log
running trying to see through the fog
in a forest of helmets and pads
the quarterback is my goal im starting to get mad
i run faster seeing the end of the window
hurry up he is about to throw
Im furious i can see him
confodent, fast, knowing he will win
im right next to him he didnt throw the ball
he couldnt see i was to tall
wrap up helmet down
make him hurt, he hits the grownd
thats only one play
i run through that forest a hundred times a day
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